Now it is dark and it is warm and the cars on 95 sound like
a thunderstorm.
With my day much did I do so well deserved is my glass of beer and plate of food.

Laura, leave a light on and I will soon be home.
It's hard for me each day to leave you all alone.
Laura, when I park the car I hope to find you there
with nothing on but curlers in your hair.

Were it not for this road I ride I would not have to spend another solitary night.
There's nothing left rattling in my mind but a gamble that this old soul might get
satisfied.

Laura leave a light on and I will soon be home --
but, then again, it all depends on how the wind will blow.
Laura, can you feed the dogs before you fall asleep?
Or will you still be waiting up for me?

Laura, leave a light on. I will soon be home. It's critical I find a way to you, I know.
Laura -- if your mother calls, don't tell her where I've been.
I don't ever want to sing this song again.

Track Name: GOODNIGHT, IRENE

Last Saturday night I got married; me and my wife settled down.
Now me and my wife have parted. I'm going to take a little stroll downtown.

Sometimes I live in the country, sometimes I live in town.
Sometimes I take a great notion to jump in the river and drown.